Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.